rambling

good googly moogly
you got me
and its crazy
ive let you go
in most scenarios
but there are certain calls
i wont ignore
like the call of chemistry
our bodies together
i swear its destiny
but i shouldnt swear
so i promise
you satisfy me
and i always want more
but you pacify me
from the bed to the floor
you floor me
and i know we wont be
but that is irrelevant
in the grand scheme
this thing we have
is outta sight
its unseen
i cannot grasp it
but its fantastic
i want you to go away
but keep that here
i want that to stay
its magnetic
i cant deny that
and judging from the fact
that you seem to come back
you arent blind to reality either
but how can we save this
and not do that too
we gotta stop
but i dont want to
i just want you
not crossing my mind
sometimes i just want to touch you
and be touched
ill be blind
but i wont be thinking
no nostalgic memories
no rushing to rest under another lover
who cant do it better
who cant make the letter
how can i bother
when i know that your there
when i know youre aware
that your the only brotha
that can make me square
because i know
that tonight
may be the night
and when that falls thru
i only anticipate our next flight
you match the bark with the bite
so how can i fight it
why should i even try it
im satisfied
i always want more
but for now im pacified
until the next time
its mutual
and im cool
i am
cuz id be a fool to let this go
not the feelings but the flow
the glow for days after
the dro like stupor
has me blazin
good googly moogly
its amazing

Ms. Cormier

Ive spent countless nights awake
trying to write a poem
that could encompass
your beauty
or your strength
or your love
ive seen the sun rise
and set
and rise again
and i am at a loss
for there are no real words
that can exemplify your excellence
and when they asked me
to write a poem for you
i may have even thought
it could be easy
you are my grandmother after all
and we had a bond
that transcended
phone calls
and visit
family gatherings
and meals that made us meet
but
i havent slept
only at times
i wasnt supposed to be sleeping
like at 11am
on thursday afternoon
and dreamt when i should be dreaming
like driving down the 110 N
and missing my exit on my way home
i cannot put your love grandma
into iambic pentameter
and your beauty into an ABAB or AABB rhythm pattern
i cannot
alliterate all the ways
you allowed me to alleviate the stresses of circumstance
with your always present never selfish love
and even coltrane cant calm me
my mind goes a mile aminute
like his sax on most records
no order
no reason
just you
how do I write a poem
about a woman
who's attributes
cant be explained
in words found in the dictionary
believe me
ive looked
no words to emcompass
the strength you possessed
my heart is full
but my brain is empty
and when my heart is empty
my brain is
full of nothing
i cant win
i am now missing
another piece
of the puzzle that makes me
we said prayers at my bedside
slipped me lemon drops
among the very pews
we sat to mourn her loss
taught me the prayers
so i could say them with you
i was
grandmothers baby
and as i got older
that seemed to escape me
but during the hardest times
you listened
while i cried
im not gonna lie
i thought i had time
to reminisce with you
not about you
but here we are
and what can i say?
What can I really say
to show you
that you meant the world to me
how can words
speak the language of my heart
even the rosetta stone
couldnt decipher that part
How can i fit you
into Iambic Pentameter?
How can I confine you
in an ABAB or AABB?
When you were prose to me
Because the lines
dont always rhyme
but they work
and this has to be
the hardest thing ive written
because it hurts
all I can say is
there is nothing like
a mothers love
so a grandmothers love
must be that squared
and even though
i wasnt at all prepared
im glad you were ever there
I love you